Category: Dude, Or Douchebag

Doesn’t it seem especially cruel, it being the first week of March, for me to show you cars with surfboards, bikes and other outdoor sporting goods, just rubbing in the fact that for us, winter is just a summer with a sweatshirt? If makes you feel any better, I took most of these shots in late December. So check this out: we Angelinos to get...

Here in La La Land, driving a fancy car is no big thang. Buy yourself a G wagon and guess what’ll happen? You’ll park somewhere in West Hollywood next to another G wagon: Doh! Because of this, plenty of people take their exotic-anywhere-else-in-the-word automobile and embellish it a little (or a lot). You got your crazy colors: “I just got an M3!” “Yawn”...

Dogs rule LA. No joke. Runyon Canyon has concurrently the best dog walking AND the best star spotting; adopting mutts has replaced adopting African babies and PETA meetings have displaced AA as the hot industry networking destination. That’s cool, Mama loves me some dogs. Especially like this: This is one happy animal– his driver is clearly sporty (the 4Runner doesn’t lie) and the dog’s chillin’...

Ah the pickup. Nothing says solid dude, like this: This guy is so great. There’s no porn on the floor of the passenger side, he’s not sipping a latte, he doesn’t even have a cell phone–he’s solid dude. He’s probably got a thermos with his Folger’s freakin’ coffee, a Farmer’s Almanac and is listening to baseball on his am radio. God love ’em. He’s a...

Full disclosure– I’m a HUGE matte black fan. I like a mean car, a growler, a real BAD machine (“not bad meaning bad but bad meaning good”– thank you, Rev. Run). And with matte black, a mean car just looks meaner. Case in point, the Lamborghini Aventador (this could be Nera edition, I can’t tell it was going too fast!) Even the sometimes anemic Z4...